If All Time Is Eternally Present, All

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?

A Crowd Flowed Over London Bridge, So Many, I Had Not Thought Death Had Undone So Many.

I Would Meet You Upon This Honestly. I That Was Near Your Heart Was Removed Therefrom To Lose Beauty In Terror, Terror In Inquisition. I Have Lost My Passion: Why Should I Need To Keep It Since What Is Kept Must Be Adulterated? I Have Lost My Sight, Smell, Hearing, Taste And Touch: How Should I Use Them For Your Closer Contact?

When The Whole World Is Running Headlong Towards The Precipice, One Who Walks In The Opposite Direction Is Looked At As Being Crazy.